*FEATURED PREVIOUSLY ON WATTPAD PICKS* In a time far off in the future, there are no lands, nor countries, nor strife. Cities hover in the sky. Robots are on every street corner. And life in the great metropolis of New Ramona thrives under the leade...
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MYC
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She must've heard wrong. Myc was sure that the Crick! Crick! of crickets chirping and the hushed snorts of the horses must've blocked her ears and caused their dysfunction.
Myc crept closer, until she was at the very edge of the light surrounding Travis. Her position was precarious, dangerous. If Travis so much as glanced back around, he would instantly spot her. It would be wiser to tell one of the village elders, or Reginald. But as usual, Myc couldn't resist.
Lady Luck must've been cheering her on, because Travis continued, blissfully unaware he now had an audience.
"General, I've infiltrated the elf village successfully. The first stage of the plan will commence tomorrow. My next report will be in two days' time."
Travis seemed to pause, and look expectantly at his horse. Or was it... the horse's mouth?
Voice analysis confirmed. Message sent.
Myc jumped at the sudden robotic voice that issued directly from the horse's mouth. With razor-sharp instincts honed from years of warrier training, Myc quickly pressed herself to the barn wall and froze.
But she hadn't been fast enough.
Travis must've seen a movement from the corner of his eye. He whipped around.
"Who's there?" he said with ease, "Come out now."
Myc wasn't stupid. She didn't move a muscle.
Travis laughed. It sounded like a seal had mated with a donkey to an unfortunate result. For a second, Myc pitied him. It must be hard to catch a girlfriend with a laugh like that.
But her pity evaporated in the next few seconds,"You should've come out. You really should've. I could've made your death peaceful and quick. Just remember that."
Travis walked around the stable, opening stall doors and leading the horses from their warm nests into the chilly night. Myc creased her eyebrows in puzzlement. Just what was he doing?
"My mother always told me to be kind to animals. To spare innocent lives, whenever possible. But you, my eavesdropping friend, are no innocent."
Travis walked over and picked up the lantern. Myc's heart went into overdrive as she realized his grand plan.
"Farewell. And in your life, I hope you learn not to eavesdrop." He tossed the lantern up high and closed the barn door. The door locked automatically behind him, with a small beep.
Myc saw the lantern fall in slow motion. It spun and spun in the air before crashing on the ground. The glass shattered. Oil spilled. Flames spread.
